Freeway Bolero

She took the freeway From old downtown Rio She knew he’d never think to look this way In a silver Chevelle that had seen better days She would make her getaway She was a dancer in Copacabana Sometimes even Leblon But today could be her last day on earth Cos something always goes wrong Here she stands Listening to My bolero A gun in her hands And a bag of her lover’s dinheiro She left from Rio At one in the morning Linha Vermelha in the rain Where could she go So that he would not find her She'd never come back again Rain on the windshield Counting drops as they fall Like blood that is weeping from a wound She took the freeway That would lead her to heaven And she knew that she was doomed Here she stands Listening to My bolero A gun in her hands And a bag of her lover’s dinheiro Tropical storm Tempestuous and warm And blood it mixes with water Don’t carry that gun You’ll come undone Like a lamb that goes to the slaughter She took the freeway from old downtown Rio
 But it did not go well She felt like Thelma without her Louise In that broken down Chevelle She always thought she was smart She was clever But she knew she’d played her last hand For when you run When you carry a gun It never turns out like you planned Taffeta dress Only the best But for that there’s a price to pay Like blood from a wound She knows that she's doomed She took the freeway bolero Like blood from a wound She knows that she's doomed Her life was a freeway bolero Like blood from a wound She knows that she's doomed She took the freeway bolero